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when I was a little girl, I would slip away from the house for house. No one ever realized what I did those days. if my mother knew she would have fainted, that goes for the rest of the village too. For no one had ever seen a Mogaul and lived to tell the story. yet I befriended one, sitting on his mossy knee I would tell him stories of far away lands. those were the best days of my life.
The children said she was evil. They told stories about how the old woman would turn you into soup if she caught anyone near her house. Looking at the dilapidated shack, Kalna could see why people would be afraid. She also knew there was no one else who could help her. she crept closer, on shaky legs, hoping she wouldn't end her evening in a pot over the fire. ~AM